She was outside her apartment door trying to find her keys, drunk again, when Brian returned home from his date that night.

"Can't find your keys again?" He asked.
"Hey Brian, how was your date?" She asked back.
"It was good. She was nice," he answered.
"Just nice? Come on, tell me all about it," she said and started walking towards his door, more or less inviting herself inside.

He shrugged his shoulders and went to unlock his door. She followed him inside.

"There's not much to tell. We talked and ate and had a bit of wine. I walked her home and now I'm back home as well," he said as he took off his jacket.
"Are you gonna see her again?" She asked.
"As a matter of fact, I am. Tomorrow actually," he answered.
"Tomorrow? That's fast. I'd say the date was more than good then," she said.
"It was alright," he said.

He turned on the light and noticed her cheek being all red.

"What happened?" He asked and gently touched her cheek.
"Oh, nothing really. Some guy just got mad," she answered.
"Some guy hit you?" He asked, starting to get mad.
"Yeah, it's no big deal really. I kind of lead him on," she answered.
"Kind of? What do you mean?" He asked.
"He thought I was gonna have sex with him. And I was. I mean, it was the original plan. But I changed my mind and didn't wanna go home with him after all. He didn't like being played with," she answered.
"What an asshole!" He yelled.
"Come on, Brian. I had it coming. You know me. Always shaking my ass, getting the guys' attention," she said.
"That doesn't matter. No means no," he said.

She just shrugged her shoulders. She knew deep inside he was right but she still felt like she had had it coming. She sighed and looked at him.

"I lied tonight," she said.
"About what?" He asked.

She reached behind him and pulled out his hairband. She gently touched his hair as it went down in front of his shoulders.

"There. Now you look perfect," she said and smiled.

He laughed a little.

"That's it? Does it really matter how my hair is?" He asked.
"It matters to a woman," she answered and smiled.
"So why didn't you say so earlier?" He asked.
"You should keep something for her for later," she answered and winked.

She turned around and nearly stumbled over her own feet. He caught her.

"You're too drunk. How are you even still standing?" He asked and lifted her up.
"I'm not," she answered, making him laugh.

He carried her into his bed.

"You're crashing here tonight," he said, tucking her in.
"What about you?" She asked.
"I'm taking the couch," he said.
"No, don't. Come down here," she said.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then he went to lie beside her. She rolled up on his arm, cuddling herself into his chest. He let his fingers run through her hair and gently carressed her cheek and shoulder.

"Elaine has no idea how lucky she is," she mumbled before falling asleep.

He looked down at her.

"And you have no idea how lucky I feel right now," he whispered and kissed her forehead before falling asleep himself.